soulmate ✗ grethan

six

Back pressed firmly against the first's front, the other snuggled even closer, if achievable, to his darling. The television continued to play softly in the background, a source of ease for the boys.

The first's arm was secured loosely over the other's hip, sound asleep as his profound breathing stretched his toned stomach up and down. The other, however, was wide awake.

Twisting over as discretely as he could, he slowly settled back into the warmth of the large sofa, now with a finer view of his angel.

His bronzed eyes raked over the first's figure, in vain attempt of absorbing his artistry. The heavens had doubtlessly worked their hardest when conceiving this kid, he thought, as he gazed at the dormant spectacle before him.

The irresistible urge to simply touch his glowing caramel skin overtook the other, the supple pad of his thumb tracing his smooth complexion. Sharp coffee-coloured brows sat over two hidden gems behind the first's eyelids, his cinnamon-coated eyes reminding the other of nothing but the warmest winter days. The graceful slope of his petite nose was followed by a meagor scar that rested directly above the bridge; the slightest flaw, a wonderful imperfection. Subsequently, a flowering bruise had begun to blossom on the outskirts of a jawline sharper than the knives in one's kitchen.

The same overwhelming desire as previously clamped onto the other's conscience, bringing his left hand up to sweep aside a stray golden lock from the first's forehead. He carried his hand down to his dearest's rosy, plump lips. Caressing the first's cheek meekly, he finally confronted his mouth after a matter of tedious minutes.

The supposedly 'sleeping' boy pursed his lips nimbly, placing a tender kiss onto the other's fingertips.

They'd never know, but both areas of contact had lit ablaze with a vivid fire, leaving the pair with intangible scars of adoration for each other.